Chapter 2 – The Footage Nobody Could Erase
Marcus didn't rush to Isabella.
He didn't ask who started it.
He crossed the room in three long strides and dropped to his knees beside Khloe.
"Khloe... look at me."
Her face had turned pale.
One trembling hand clung desperately to her swollen stomach.
"It hurts..." she whispered. "Marcus... the baby..."
The words froze his blood.
He carefully gathered her into his arms while Elaine frantically pressed the emergency button inside the luxury suite.
Within seconds, doctors and nurses flooded into the room.
"Possible abdominal trauma!"
"Seven months pregnant!"
"Move her now!"
The medical team rushed Khloe toward the private operating floor.
Marcus tried to follow.
A physician blocked him.
"We need room."
He stood frozen outside the elevator as the doors closed.
For the first time in years, the billionaire who negotiated billion-dollar mergers without blinking looked completely helpless.
Behind him, Isabella began sobbing loudly.
"I was defending myself."
"You all saw her."
"She lost control."
Elaine slowly turned toward her.
"I saw a woman standing."
"I saw another lying on the floor."
"That's all."
Isabella realized no one was supporting her story.
Not yet.
She quickly reached for Marcus's arm.
"Marcus... please believe me."
He stared at her without expression.
"Did you touch my wife?"
Silence.
"I asked one question."
Her confidence cracked.
"I..."
Before she could answer, another voice echoed through the hallway.
"Nobody says another word."
Everyone turned.
A silver-haired man in a navy suit walked toward them with remarkable calm.
Dr. Adrian Cole.
Chief Medical Director.
Founder of the hospital.
Khloe's uncle.
Marcus immediately recognized him.
"Uncle Adrian..."
Adrian looked only at Isabella.
"I've already requested the security recordings."
Her face drained of color.
"The cameras?"
She forced a laugh.
"You mean... inside a patient suite?"
Adrian nodded.
"Every VIP maternity room records continuously for patient safety."
The silence became unbearable.
Fifteen minutes later...
Everyone gathered inside the hospital's security conference room.
A massive monitor illuminated the dark space.
The recording began.
No sound.
Only crystal-clear video.
Khloe quietly entered the suite first.
Minutes later Isabella followed.
At first they spoke calmly.
Then Isabella stepped closer.
One shove.
Another.
Khloe stumbled backward into the marble table.
The champagne glass fell.
Shattered.
Then...
The kick.
Slow motion captured every detail.
The pointed heel slammed directly into Khloe's side while she shielded her unborn child.
Nobody breathed.
Elaine covered her mouth.
A nurse whispered,
"My God..."
Marcus never looked away.
His jaw tightened.
His hands curled into fists.
When the footage ended, Adrian quietly paused the screen.
No one needed an explanation.
The truth had spoken for itself.
Marcus slowly turned toward Isabella.
"You lied."
She backed away.
"I was angry..."
"It wasn't supposed to—"
"You tried to kill my wife."
Security officers entered the room.
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For the first time in her carefully manufactured life...
Isabella looked genuinely afraid.
